with his food. Thank God he didn’t just come out and say what he was implying, because I might have said or done anything for another piece of dessert.
But dinner was over and we were to the point in the evening where he wanted to sit out on the deck and look up into that beautiful Montana sky—with me. And I had a boyfriend to call.
“Dinner was amazing, Beck, but I’d better get back to the motel.” He looked disappointed for a second, like he might just let everything that had happened tonight go. He pulled my chair out but didn’t step aside when I stood up. I was close enough to touch his soft cotton shirt and smell his clean, earthy scent. Close enough that looking into his eyes seemed dangerous.
“Rainey, I’ve got no right to put my arms around you,” his voice was low and husky. “I wish I did. There’s something here, between you and me. I know you feel it too.”
“Please, Beck.” I’d been faithful to Adam for four years; I wasn’t going to screw that up now. Yet, Beck hadn’t even touched me and my skin tingled like he had. And I was beyond aroused.
“Rainey, just give me a chance to change your mind.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“Then one kiss.”
The only thing more intimate than eye contact was a kiss, and I couldn’t give him that. But I wanted to kiss him, ached to kiss him. And I couldn’t deny that my body responded to him, to his voice. He was gorgeous, what woman in her right might wouldn’t want him? “No, Beck. Take me back to the motel. Please.”
He stood there for a moment, then got his keys and I followed him out to the car. I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or angry, and to be honest he didn’t seem like he was any of those things, most likely because he knew he was right. There was something between us.
Relief flooded me when I closed the motel room door. I slipped into Adam’s T-shirt and sat on top of the covers with my ankles crossed, wondering if Adam had those kinds of temptations too. I had always guarded myself against situations like that with smart remarks or just flat out walking away from seduction, and yet I’d walked right into Beck Hartnett’s place. Pretending it was just dinner.
My cell phone rang. Adam. “Hey, baby, you still driving or are you bedded down for the night?”
“Already in bed with your T-shirt on. How was your day?”
“I don’t want to talk about that now. Put your phone on speaker and tell me what you are wearing under that T-shirt.”
It had been a couple of weeks, but I knew this game. Adam would have me panting in a matter of minutes. My body was conditioned to respond to his voice, nipples already hard. That ache for him to be inside me that would soon be replaced by my fingers. But something didn’t feel quite right.
“Do you have on that tiny black thong I bought you?”
The edge of my pink cotton bikinis peeked out from under the shirt. “Yes.”
“Close your eyes, baby.” I let his voice take me where I belonged. “God, you’re beautiful. I am so hard for you. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Tell me what you feel.”
I pushed my shirt up. My fingers skimmed over my ribs and made lazy circles around my breasts. I was starved for this and getting into it the way I was supposed to. “My nipples are hard.”
“Tug on them. Feel my mouth on you. Licking. Sucking. Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” The invisible line that ran from my breasts down to my core was electric.
“Are you hot for me?”
“Yes.”
“Let your fingers trail down your belly, baby. Feel my tongue.” I could see his face tracing the line down my center. My legs instinctively opened to him, my fingers pumping where he would soon be. “God you taste good, baby. How many times can you come for me?” My guy, always keeping score.
“As many times as you make me.” My thumb brushed my clit, almost pushing me over the edge.
“My cock is so hard for you. Do you feel it?”
“Yes. I want you inside
But dinner was over and we were to the point in the evening where he wanted to sit out on the deck and look up into that beautiful Montana sky—with me. And I had a boyfriend to call.
“Dinner was amazing, Beck, but I’d better get back to the motel.” He looked disappointed for a second, like he might just let everything that had happened tonight go. He pulled my chair out but didn’t step aside when I stood up. I was close enough to touch his soft cotton shirt and smell his clean, earthy scent. Close enough that looking into his eyes seemed dangerous.
“Rainey, I’ve got no right to put my arms around you,” his voice was low and husky. “I wish I did. There’s something here, between you and me. I know you feel it too.”
“Please, Beck.” I’d been faithful to Adam for four years; I wasn’t going to screw that up now. Yet, Beck hadn’t even touched me and my skin tingled like he had. And I was beyond aroused.
“Rainey, just give me a chance to change your mind.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“Then one kiss.”
The only thing more intimate than eye contact was a kiss, and I couldn’t give him that. But I wanted to kiss him, ached to kiss him. And I couldn’t deny that my body responded to him, to his voice. He was gorgeous, what woman in her right might wouldn’t want him? “No, Beck. Take me back to the motel. Please.”
He stood there for a moment, then got his keys and I followed him out to the car. I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or angry, and to be honest he didn’t seem like he was any of those things, most likely because he knew he was right. There was something between us.
Relief flooded me when I closed the motel room door. I slipped into Adam’s T-shirt and sat on top of the covers with my ankles crossed, wondering if Adam had those kinds of temptations too. I had always guarded myself against situations like that with smart remarks or just flat out walking away from seduction, and yet I’d walked right into Beck Hartnett’s place. Pretending it was just dinner.
My cell phone rang. Adam. “Hey, baby, you still driving or are you bedded down for the night?”
“Already in bed with your T-shirt on. How was your day?”
“I don’t want to talk about that now. Put your phone on speaker and tell me what you are wearing under that T-shirt.”
It had been a couple of weeks, but I knew this game. Adam would have me panting in a matter of minutes. My body was conditioned to respond to his voice, nipples already hard. That ache for him to be inside me that would soon be replaced by my fingers. But something didn’t feel quite right.
“Do you have on that tiny black thong I bought you?”
The edge of my pink cotton bikinis peeked out from under the shirt. “Yes.”
“Close your eyes, baby.” I let his voice take me where I belonged. “God, you’re beautiful. I am so hard for you. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Tell me what you feel.”
I pushed my shirt up. My fingers skimmed over my ribs and made lazy circles around my breasts. I was starved for this and getting into it the way I was supposed to. “My nipples are hard.”
“Tug on them. Feel my mouth on you. Licking. Sucking. Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” The invisible line that ran from my breasts down to my core was electric.
“Are you hot for me?”
“Yes.”
“Let your fingers trail down your belly, baby. Feel my tongue.” I could see his face tracing the line down my center. My legs instinctively opened to him, my fingers pumping where he would soon be. “God you taste good, baby. How many times can you come for me?” My guy, always keeping score.
“As many times as you make me.” My thumb brushed my clit, almost pushing me over the edge.
“My cock is so hard for you. Do you feel it?”
“Yes. I want you inside
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